Miyata protects the village
another blood splatters on the pebbledashing

an abrupt and to the cowards

scrolling through his phone optics

publicly

you cannot use this death

in your new advertising campaign

black stool water

chants the voices of the Congo

helicopterred, interred

with cherry blossom

“now peace has come to our land”

because of Miyati’s swordsmanship

as only a dominance of force so complete

that is endangers overflowing

can bring love to these odorous





Miyata encounters the 15 vexations
1.	the persistence of the stain after the fact

2.	abandoned in the face of an undefined duty

3.	loosed footing amongst the chatter.

4.	Presently, the earth offers no cloistered respite,

5.	no cessation nor no practical form.

6.	Try the unrequited love of all landscapes

7.	or bismuth subsalicylate.

8.	A survey of the variants

9.	preoccupied in the popular imagination.

10.	Of course, in this instance, for this is the season.

11.	Broke out

12.	because of what was brought to it,

13.	the sheer excess of office supplies

14.	another line of work

15.	his.





Miyata brings mercy to the crippled
a sound of jug from the jugband

air the sword whistles splits

Miyati is eeling the foolish into bits

donning a cloak of wound cleansing maggots

& with larvae bore electric

chasing screen to throat

a high pitch battle wool

& then weeps

having chopped epileptics

into rope dust

before he even realised

sipping divine caviar he plans to

be less direct & kill illegally

from now on





Miyata clocks in
How hunky he

looks over lunch.

The span

of Mickey’s hands, demarcation

of the hour. Almost over

he joins us,  making mega-boss

deals on the Far East. The curt

Miyata, stock drift on an ocean

of aqua battle wool. Bunched in

and alert to the sensation of shrinkage.

Retained in wads

under-arm,

now sledding on through a

mountain range.